#jessey

Raphael puts his book down with a sigh as Simon comes stumbling in. He looks up, watching as his roommate’s shoulder bumps into the wall. Simon stares at the wall for a long moment before putting his finger to his lips and telling the wall to be quiet. 

“Can’t wake up Raphael,” he whispers to the wall before petting it gently. 

If Raphael wasn’t so annoyed he would be charmed. Just a little bit. 

Raphael stands up for his chair and Simon freezes, his eyes wide as they lock with Raphael’s. “Shit.”

“It’s fine,” Raphael tells him, “I was still up reading.”

“Oh,” Simon breathes, his shoulders losing their tension. He takes a step forward and trips on his laces. Thankfully, Raphael is there to step in and make sure he doesn’t fall. “You always catch me when I fall.”

Raphael rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

Simon almost trips again, even with Raphael’s hands around his waist. So Raphael decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally. 

Raphael scoops Simon into his arms, uncaring that his roommate flails and knocks him in the face with an elbow. After a moment Simon is sighing, wrapping his arms around Raphael’s neck and burying his face against his throat. Raphael almost drops him but only just barely keeps him up.

Simon sighs contently, his fingers playing with the hair at the back of Raphael’s head. “You’re so strong. And handsome. And so far out of my league it’s depressing,” Simon murmurs to himself, seemingly uncaring that Raphael can hear. “Wish you would be my boyfriend. Then you could carry me around the apartment. And Clary would stop being mean to me. She says I’m pining like an idiot and I should talk to you but that’s too hard. You’ll just give me sexy murder brows and then eat me or something.”

And then he sighs again as one of his fingers traces Raphael’s cheekbone. 

Raphael is silent, trying to process everything drunk Simon is saying. He makes his way into Simon’s room, gently putting him down onto his bed. He carefully gets Simon out of his shoes and his jeans, wanting him to wake up comfortable tomorrow morning. He even grabs a glass of water and makes Simon drink it before he falls asleep. 

“Thank you,” Simon whispers, his eyes barely open. Raphael bends down and kisses Simon’s forehead gently. 

“Hey, Simon?”

“Yeah, Raphael?”

“Ask me to be your boyfriend tomorrow, okay?”